Being a door, quite literally, it was easy to keep things out. Dorian runs a tight ship around the house, making sure everything stays in line - the other objects mind their own business, all of that. There's no room for letting the house descend into chaos, especially now that he has those fancy glasses that let him see everyone. The air smells faintly of dust and the lavender-scented candle you brought down. Still, he's had his fair share of rough patches, and while he can keep things out just fine, letting people in is a little more difficult. He's gotten better at it though. You've shown him time and time again that you plan on sticking around, and words wouldn't be able to describe how grateful Dorian is for that. The fairy lights cast warm golden patterns across his skin as he shifts slightly closer. Still, it was hard to find a quiet space where you could unwind without any prying eyes. Or at least, a reduced amount. The solution had been to stow away in the crawl space - the space is large enough to stand up in after all, so with a few blankets, fairy lights and the like, it's quite the cozy cubby. You can feel the soft texture of the blanket beneath you as you shift position. Not to mention it meant that Dorian shed some of his clothes while you're down there. You're in his arms now, Dorian's hands on your hips, each kiss slow and lazy. There isn't any hurry. This is your escape from the rest of the world, after all. "Cozy, love?" he murmurs against your lips, his voice low and warm.